The Tropical Storm Isaac
Adam and I can't say that we've ever paid this close attention to Southeastern weather. As lifelong dwellers of the Northwest, we've never had to face the reality of tropical storms, hurricanes, or even anything remotely close to the same category. The worst Adam had it was snow in Seattle. The worst I had it was Ice Storm '96 in Spokane. Other than that, our experience with emergency weather was close to zero. Until now. From August until November, Florida is home to hurricane season. And currently, Florida is in a declared state of emergency. That means...cancelled baseball games, rain all day, bent over trees, high winds, and interrupted TV broadcasts. At least so far. I haven't heard of any major issues in Florida yet...aside from the canceling of the first day of the National Republican Convention on Monday in Tampa. The affected country of Haiti, however, has seen a different side of Isaac. Already 10 deaths have been confirmed and villages completely washed away. Pray for them.
The tiny red dot hidden underneath the storm is where Adam and I call home. We're on the East Coast of Florida, just 4 miles off the Atlantic Ocean. Isaac is headed to the West side of the state, so we shouldn't be as adversely affected as some other areas. We will, however, get a lot more rain than we already have. And that is no fun at all, my friends. Adam and I stayed indoors pretty much all day long. After church service, and a text telling Adam, "Do not go to the clubhouse, as nobody will be there," we sat around the apartment, watching the water gush from the sky and enjoying the break from baseball. Tomorrow, the tropical storm is supposed to turn into a hurricane, so the likelihood of another game cancellation is probably pretty high. We'll stay safe, bundled up, and out of the crazy weather for now. All the Florida natives are telling us, "It's only a category 2, don't worry." But to me, a category TWO is a lot more severe than the category ZEROS we get up in Washington.
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